soul opening heights

i wouldn't have made it this far without documentation
pressing the button, reliving the sensation
of your velvet lips and lack of frustrations
with the way of the world and its firm hesitations

i'm blooming in your hands - a spontaneous seed
shooting up from a fistful of dirt like a dandelion weed
the equation of my past life had neglected its needs
confused by its location, dwindling in speed

but i hear the strong call ringing in the halls
the vibrations build and tie their rhythm without pause
the spirits and the guides articulate their humble cause

i'm taken by your cyclone white
and where the light stuck in places
when you left my room that night
i'm mesmerized, watercolor eyed
from the brisk winds of your visitation
from your soul opening heights

paper cranes

you misunderstand the recipe for magic
has no measurements or hits
it is independent of binary patterns
pixel plotted screens or lists

you swipe the fruits from the stand,
chew up the bodies, spit out the pits
they shoot from your mouth
and shrivel up on the pavement

i won't approach it like this
beer in the bed, toxic fits
the overnight leap to justify the twitch
neglecting the soul to flip the instant switch

i know even paper cranes hit and miss
their fragile frames, dodging risk
they've filled the bowl, they've beat the wisk
but you are my healing kit

unveil the chorus

walk to the end of the dock
with your cut off jeans and fishing rod
the high high waters, the tree branch nod
bait the hook, listen for god

i've got a place where we can talk
under the bridge deep in the fog
a quiet place where the city won't bother
a cushioned nook, a welcoming log

it's time to unleash the horses
let the engines in your chest
rev their insides like porsches
these low to the ground operations
have worn out and bored us
untangle the melodies, unveil the chorus!

lightning rod

this churning chasm
this burning, this earth bound spasm
concerning the welfare of your call
i'll blaze a warriors path
abandon my bed, abandon my bath
i'm clear with what i aim to have

will you be my lighting rod?
for these white veins, this flashing fire
'cause i'm coming in from all directions
from the dark corners of the sky

consolidate this crackle and call
these glowing tendrils, electric sprawl
collect my reactions and recall
the sting of my storm with your skybound ball

will you be my lighting rod?
for these white veins, this flashing fire
'cause i'm coming in from all directions
from the dark corners of the sky

and if i am the storm that reaches
the highest light that spreads and teaches
a scattered cloud that seeps and leaches
this matter of time will not defeat us